Ayy, Kodak
Yeah I'm fresh out man
This that summer jam man
Y'all slide this shit 'til school start back

Look, I'm 'bout to slide on ya ass
I ain't lookin' at ya
Got my eyes on the cash
Baby daddy with me, he on C class
Look, I kill the scene dead, flies on ya ass
I feel codeine in my tank but
I'ma pump 89 for the gas
Summertime niggas on the grind with the slab
Overtime nigga finna ride 'til ya crash
Baby I ain't tryna make ya laugh
But call me butthead got my mind on ya ass
This ain't a disguise, this a mask
This ain't a Nissan, this a Jag
No surprise boy you know I'm gone spaz
All that money gettin boy you
Know they gone ask
I ain't finna play, put the .40 on ya ass
In a Audi thing, two-forty on the dash
Ya girlfriend know we got bags
Got her in the hotel, shorty getting smashed
It's just me and my niggas
Having a blast, living fast
Buying the things we never had
We just love stunting
We ain't never like to brag
All us thuggin', we ain't never had a dad
I did a lot of dirt in my
Past, later on the cell came
Bit me in the ass
Lately I be hit the beat with the tab
Lately I been doing shows back to back
Free Chattboy, free Cool
I'm going hard, I ain't going back to school
Bob the Builder youngin' on the
Corner with the tool swimming in the money
What you doing in the pool?
Took flight, then I landed on the news
Playing with them bands
I ain't playing by the rules
Please stop playing girl you know how we do
Menajahtwa, bada-bing, bada boom

Ha, this that summer jam go
Tell ya momma them
This shit right here make you
This shit right here make you wanna
Go run up a check
This shit right here make you wanna go put
Some golds in ya mouth or something
Or go cop a foreign or something
Or get you some money, man run up a check

Kodak Bop, this the money dance
Ran up a check, get that money man
Ran up a check, I be dufflin'
Ran up a check, do the Running Man
Ran up a check, pop them rubber bands
Ran up a check, run it up again
Ran up a check, ran up a check
Fuck my ex, I ran up a check